“She was so close to what she wanted - the focus of her whole existence for more then a year now was just so close.My death.”

“So what are you going to tell her?""A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair.""No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.”

“The werewolves are on their was, so she can't see anything that will happen now. It makes her uncomfortable to be blind.”

“I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.”

“At least he's alive and well. I love him enough that I want that. I want him to have what's best for him." She sighed. "I just don't want to stick around to watch.”

“And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose.And different because this wasn't my fault.”

“Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.”